Transmission from the Glitchstream – File 006: How to Be a Creative Witch in the Age of Doomscrolling
The algorithm is not your muse.
It’s a hungry little god that feeds on your exhaustion.
And baby, it’s starving.
Every day, we open glowing rectangles and hand over our energy like sacrificial offerings.
Scroll. React. Absorb. Compare. Despair. Repeat.
They call it connection.
We call it “keeping up.”
But really?
It’s quiet digital possession.
And for those of us who are witches, artists, empaths, creators, chaos-seekers?
It’s soul-leaking.
Our magic needs mystery.
Our creativity needs space.
And none of that survives the rapid-fire assault of doomscrolling, trauma-bait, hustle culture, or influencer ritual cosplay.
(You know the kind—hashtag witchy, but sponsored by burnout.)
So how do we reclaim it?
How do we cast in a world of constant distraction?
First: Recognize the enchantment.
Doomscrolling is a spell. A powerful one.
It lulls you. Drains you.
It binds your attention and feeds off your outrage.
It’s not weakness that traps you—it’s design.
You’re not failing.
You’re being harvested.
So what do witches do when we sense enchantment?
We break it.
Second: Rebuild your rituals.
If scrolling is a spell, then creativity must be a counter-spell.
Start small. Sacred. Disconnected.
One page. One stitch. One brushstroke. One whispered idea not posted anywhere.
Let your magic breathe before you share it.
Let your ideas ripen in the dark.
Rituals don’t have to be aesthetic.
They just have to be yours.
Third: Reclaim your timeline.
You can’t control the feed.
But you can choose how you show up.
Unfollow. Mute. Log out. Vanish for a while.
Not to be mysterious—but to remember yourself.
Make altars instead of reels.
Make mess instead of content.
Make meaning that doesn’t need metrics.
Because the muse doesn’t live in your phone.
She’s waiting in the silence you’ve been avoiding.
I’m not saying delete everything.
I’m saying enchant yourself first.
Before the algorithm gets there.
⚡️ Final Glitch Before the Portal Closes
Let your focus be your offering.
Let your boundaries be a spell.
And when the noise gets loud—
Don’t scroll. Don’t post.
Cast.
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